Deuce Ambitionz Az A Ridah


Hollywood in the building

Ayo Deuce, where the pistols at?

[Chorus – Deuce:]

And I won’t deny it, I’m a straight rider

You don’t wanna fuck with me

Cause you’s a bitch just like the police

And I remember you was begging on your knees


I pray to Lord, tell him to forgive me for my sins

Not a ticket to heaven, just for my unborn kids

I’m addicted to the fast life, money and drugs

Plus you can’t forget the bitches in Cali’ showing their stuff

I smoke weed, pop pills, you’ll never catch me shoot up

I’m a product of prison, behind walls is where I grew up

Getting money, fucking bitches, bowing down to no man

Nine Lives newsflash, get with the program

Ain’t nobody invisible, anybody can get it

It ain’t fuck the world, homie, it’s the people that’s in it

And if you a rat, homie, I got a pistol for that

All that woofing in my ear, where the paperwork at?

When you think it’s all over, lights out, I’m gone

I got Nine Lives, homie, correct me if I’m wrong

All eyes on me till I return

The Truth, nothing else, my word is my bond



Leaders ain’t got no fucking mercy for their enemies

Plus I’m living all your fucking dreams and your fantasies

I got some G’s that will wake you up and take a felony

I got some G’s that will break you up, become Makaveli

Whoa, don’t get it twisted, I’m just trying to keep it friendly, yo

Go to church, keep it real, that’s my antidote

“But Aron, I just wanna be in Hollywood Undead, though

I think I’m really cool cause I can sip on 4-0’s

Until my mommy gets real mad at me and sends me home”

I’m everything everyone wanted to be

In Hollywood, everybody keeps on calling for me

It’s a disgrace, you ain’t even gotta bet a TV, ha

I turn bitches into monkeys and apes

Voodoo dolls, brass knuckles, I got magic for days

If I can smell your girl’s vagina from a mile away

Then I can give you brain damage on any given day



Now I’mma ‘fess that you can bet that I’mma do what I gotta do

The thug in me, nigga, got me sporting this powder blue

Balling through niggas, ain’t the color for fucking ball

We don’t keep it real, I don’t bang, I set it off

Ain’t got hood love so I grew through this bitch

Like it don’t mean shit, still trying to get rich

Ain’t got bad habits so I’m pleasing my addictions

With a chronic and convalesce eight along with these bitches

I’m hood, homie, so all eyes on me when I’m balling down the block

That’s why I’m glued to my Glock

And bring pain like rain, fucker, umbrella

It’s GML in this bitch so when you fucking tell it

Say it right, bitch, don’t fuck around

I’m on the people, got it locked like Nero Brown



Yeah, I know you mad, homie

But you still can’t see me

Yeah, Nine Lives, Undead, GML

You know you love this shit, yeah